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The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero.
If, as I conjecture, these human sacrifices were intended to promote the growth of the crops and the winnowing of their ashes seems to support this view redhaired victims were perhaps selected as best fitted to personate the spirit of the ruddy grain.
So she's here and she's going to stay . . . seeing that Ginger's dead and the Island's some bigger than she thought. There's Mrs. Lynde and her now. No, don't go, Anne. Stay and get acquainted with Emily. She took quite a notion to you Saturday . . . wanted to know who that handsome redhaired girl was at the next house." Mrs. Harrison welcomed Anne radiantly and insisted on her staying to tea.
Having described Horace Greeley as the sum of all villainy "whose hair is white, whose skin is white, whose eyes are white, whose clothes are white, and whose liver is in my opinion of the same color" he continued: "The assistant editor of the Try-bune is Robinson Solon Robinson. He is an Irishman, an Orange Irishman, a redhaired Irishman!"
Having described Horace Greeley as the sum of all villainy "whose hair is white, whose skin is white, whose eyes are white, whose clothes are white, and whose liver is in my opinion of the same color" he continued: "The assistant editor of the Try-bune is Robinson Solon Robinson. He is an Irishman, an Orange Irishman, a redhaired Irishman!"
"Reddie, I knew it was waitin' for you," said Delaney, his voice ringing. "Break up the game!" After all this was only a baseball game, and perhaps from the fans' viewpoint a poor game at that. But the moment when that lithe, redhaired athlete toed the plate was a beautiful one.
"Here's the Prince wanting to do you a favor, and to let the land to you; only you are not worthy of it," said the steward. "How are we not worthy of it, Vasili Karlovitch? Don't we work for you? We were well satisfied with the deceased lady God have mercy on her soul and the young Prince will not desert us now. Our thanks to him," said a redhaired, talkative peasant.
The redhaired clerk was a Volunteer, duly enrolled, one of the signatories of the famous Ulster Covenant Lord Dunseverick had made speeches which moved his soul to actual rapture. "Come inside, my lord," he said. "I'll inform Mr. McMunn at once." Lord Dunseverick passed through a door which was held open for him.
In her feeble way the woman tried to pray, and found only childish, futile things to say; but in her mind there was a great wonder that they, who had once been life each to the other, should part thus, and that now, as ever, the good part was hers! The girl looked up into her mother's face. "The redhaired little boy, mother do you think he is safe?"
Two heads were peering over the well in the wood: one yellow-haired, lean and eager; the other redhaired, heavy and pondering; and if it be true that two heads are better than one, it is truer that four hands are better than two. In any case, their united and repeated efforts bore fruit at last, if anything so hard and meager and forlorn can be called a fruit.
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